I did not get in the car.
I looked at them and said only one thing,
"Tell him to come see me."
Yates swore under his breath and pulled out his phone.
The moment Colton saw me, he stuck his head out from the back seat. "Isla, don't leave. He's already on his way."
Yates reached back and smacked him on the shoulder. "Would you shut up for once?"
I stood outside the motel and waited.
Forty-seven minutes passed.
My palms were slick with sweat, and every passing car made my heart jump.
Then a taxi pulled up at the corner.
Blake stepped out.
His white shirt was badly wrinkled, and he had buttoned it wrong. His sleeves were shoved carelessly to his elbows, dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and the exhaustion around his eyes made him look older. He had lost weight too.
The moment he spott
